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Saturday, February 8, 2014

Life belongs to us lets live it





This is a reminder for me and my dear friends who share
my soul:

LATE, BY MYSELF,
IN THE BOAT OF MYSELF
NO LIGHT AND NO LAND ANYWHERE,
CLOUDCOVER THICK,
 I TRY TO STAY JUST ABOVE THE SURFACE,
 YET I'M ALREADY UNDER AND LIVING
 WITHIN
THE OCEAN


RUMI --  Sometime in the mid thirteenth century

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I SIT ALONE
I SEEK SILENCE WITHIN
I DISCONNECT FROM OUTSIDE MYSELF
AS I SHUT MY EYES AND THE DARK CLOSES IN
I FIND MYSELF DEEP IN THE OCEAN OF MY SOUL

DELAINE -- today

We live in the same world time does not matter as we go with-in **maybe time just stands still for all of us.

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Leaves of God Fall 2009

My seasons have flown by so fast
I can hardly remember the details of my budding
I bloomed far too early forced by natures call
The flower of my youth stolen
My spring lost

I could not hold my bloom
As fruit required all my time
That season of summer went so fast
Consumed by my fruit youth slipped away
Never to swing freely in the warm summers breeze
I held fast lest my fruit should fall

Hot summer days turn to chilly nights
My fruit now ripe hear falls call
They release to face their own unknown
I watch as they fall free
My branches lift from their weight
I stand-alone the crisp air begins to blow

Indian summer comes with new love
I bask in the crisp sun light
My beauty is seen and shared
With the bloom of crimson leaves
My golden years begin

Too soon, I see my skin begin to shrivel
Youths golden beauty slips into grey
My hold on the tree of life seems futile
The frost of winter comes so fast
I hold tight lest I fall

So many leaves are falling
I watch as they let go one by one
My winter is here my time has come
The cold ground awaits my fall

The snows of winter cover my memory
Yet the family tree still stands
Spring will come
New leaves will unfold
The seasons of life begins again

Edmonds Ferry to Kingston

Edmonds Ferry to Kingston